By Law and Blood

"Don’t test me," he said, his grip tightening. "You will serve me tonight."

"I am..." Her breath hitched as his fingers tightened around her wrist.

"You what?" His voice was low, edged with impatience.

She shuddered and fell silent—afraid to speak the truth. Afraid of her husband. Afraid of the stranger before her.

In a medieval world where marriage was a matter of duty, not desire, she was cast aside before she could even fulfill her role. Her husband despised her—and worse, he lied. A single lie stripped her of the only title that might have protected her: wife.

A lie that left her vulnerable.

A lie that led to his brother hand closing around her wrist in the moonlit garden, his grip unyielding.